Thought Id start this one going because its rather dead on this board at the moment and I suppose all my usual muckers are either at the Stella tennis event watching Dim Tim (lose again) or at Henly Regatta eating cucumber sandwiches (they wish,...NOT).

Anyway please feel free to just talk to yourself blast away and let it go on any company or subject you wish. Just wish Id thought of this one before.

cheers GF.

just seen this and nearly creamed my pants

sensible soccer

the greatest ever pc football game. and it's coming back.

You must have had a different class of eductaion to me, Nam.
I went to St Dunstan the Aggresive School for Backward Boys (Just opposite the St Vitus school for Forward Girls) and completed my education at the school of hard Knocks, the University of Life Before getting a degree in "It stands to reason" and an Honours degree in "Some bloke down the pub told me...."
I am now studying for a doctorate in writing pompous letters to the Guardian in order to apply for my dream job of second reserve assistant snowplough driver in Mauritius.
Back to the medication.
Alan

Different indeed Alan.

Nam

alan, while you were being aggressively schooled in backward boying, was that when you met H, as she does come across as someone schooled in being forward?

No,
H went to a school in the posh part of Leeds (Yes, there is one, Honestly), where people with real jobs lived. I came from the part where the careers teacher only knew how to work for the coal board or sign on with back problems. I was just a bit of rough she picked up one day (probably for a bet or something).
Which reminds me, being all nostalgic, did any of you guys ever take part in pig nights when you were out with the lads?
Now that is one of the best nights out I could ever recommend.
Alan

pig nights?

Fantastic nights around town, Boz. It needs a dozen or so guys and you all put 10 in the pot and agree to meet at midnight in a particular club. The bloke with the most foul, obnoxious and deformed woman on his arm wins the pot, providing he is seen kissing her. They were superb fun.
I once turned up with a bag lady (absolutley true) and lost. One of the guys was so good at this game we thought he must go touring local hospitals and police stations for lkely candidates, and he always turned up with someone with bodyparts missing and breath so bad it would cause sinus trouble in a dead fox.
Great nights.
Alan

H-you have my deepest sympathy!!

Yes - sorry chaps - just made the top 20 - albeit temporarily - thought I would bask in my moment of glory

Back to talking about disgusting women

Baza

Thank you ,moneyplus. I need it. He doesn't get any easier with age either. No Bosley thats not how he met me!!
H

alan, sounds like fun. we did something similar , but they were called viking nights. i once won by going home with a muriel gray (on a really, really bad day) look-a-like. in later years they became "nike" nights........ just do it!!!! all very macho , but good fun. women are just as bad, though. my girlfriend told me that she and her friends used to play snog-a-dog, which i wasn't happy about!!
H, how did you and alan meet , then? i'm in the mood for a nice story, just made a fire and got my feet up. i need cheering up as i've dropped to 575. well done baza, though.

Before I go into that, have a look at this from another thread.
http://www.endofworld.net/
You will love it!!
Alan

Please don't laugh. We met on Leeds outdoor market, where she was a sweet 16 year old flogging bags of nuts and raisins, liberally mixed with rat droppings as a Saturday job. I was resplendant in my Post office uniform, after a Saturday shift at work, (Picture Richard Gere in that navy uniform - thats it).
I was hungry and begging for broken biscuits, and she kept smiling sweetly in my direction and telling me to piss off.
I was overtaken by a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was either love or indigestion, I've never been good at telling them apart.
Anyway, she launched a damaged chocolate-covered Hobnob at me, and I considered this a plus, as I ate it. After all, at my tender age, it was my first experience of a woman not actually trying very hard to get away from me, and it sorted out my hunger problem.
That evening we went to the pictures and for a macdonalds (it was all she could afford, with still being at school). We discovered we had a shared taste in perversions and 20 years, 3 kids, 3 dogs, 4 cats, 2 hamsters, numerous fish, 2 gerbils, 2 snakes, 1 parrot, 2 budgies and a horse later, here we are.
All certifiably true and enough to bring a tear to a glass eye. Look around you, not a dry leg in the house.
Alan

Baza,
I'm jealous. I was so happy to finish the day at number 250, till I read your post.
En Guarde. Tomorrow we do battle at 8am!!
Alan

Blimey Alan - I always knew hobnobs had a purpose other than going soggy in the packet.

Your turn now bos

what a lovely story, alan. just wiping away the tears. chocolat, my turn?

choc

found this for you , chocolat. make sure you turn it up nice and loud!!

It happened something like that, but he wanted my sister really, but she told him swivel. so my sister forced me on a date with him instead.and yes he has been a cheap skate ever since (mc Donalds) Oh and when he said to imagine Richard Gere in his uniform, he reminded me more of Mr Barroclough in Porridge.
H

alan, how old were you when you went prowling the markets chatting up 16 year old girls?

Now, now Boz,
I resemble that comment. (or should that read resent?)
I was the grand old age of 19. Actually, in my head, I still am 19, and always will be. I don't want to ever grow up.
At that age your still about 6 years short of working out what a shithole the world really is!!
Still waiting for your romantic reminisences, Boz.
Failing that you could just give us the wording you used in the advert that made your missus want to reply. ;-)
Alan